"Stupid mistake at the booking-office," replied the Titian. "Come up on deck. They are putting off."
"Just a moment. Put the small luggage, Mr…"
"Webb."
"Mr. Webb. Put the small luggage on the lounge. Never mind the straps. That is all."
"Yes, miss."
The two young women hurried off. Thomas stared after them, his brows bent in a mixture of perplexity, dazzlement and diffidence.
"A very good-looking steward."
"Kitty, you little wretch!"
"Why, he is good-looking."
"Princes, dukes, waiters, cabbies, stewards; all you do is look at them, and they become slaves. You've more mischief in you than a dozen kittens."